"Dad, did you do anything else than drink?" Natasha pressed on.
"What do you mean?" He was puzzled by her questions.
"Dad, think carefully! You can't make a mistake here!" She was dead serio
us.
"I think I blacked out from drinking. I can't remember a thing. What happ
ened?" Hector frowned
softly. Natasha finally dropped the bomb. "Dad, Sir Moran's daughter was
dead!"
"She's dead?" He was stunned by the news. "How did that happen?"
"We don't have the details yet, but rumors had it that you were the murde
rer!" Natasha informed him.
"Did they say I was the murderer?" He was completely lost. Eyes bulging,
he shook his head vehemently.
"No, that's impossible! No matter how drunk I am, I would not kill someon
e!" He might be a lightweight, but he was a well–
behaved drunk. Normally, he'd be dead asleep after he was drunk and never
made a scene.
"I don't believe them either, but witnesses claimed they saw you murder h
er. Sir Moran's forces are at our door, and they will force their way in
at any time! Think carefully! Did you do it or not?" Natasha growled. The
regional deputy chief was the third–in–
command in Millsburg, and he had the power to ruin the Harmons with
a command.
"I–
I really can't recall a thing, but I believe that I would never do that."
Hector furrowed his brows.
"Gosh, Hector, what's that good for? Sir Moran doesn't believe that!" Tre
nt shook his head slowly.
"Yeah, Trent, how could you black out from drinking at someone's birthday
event? You do not have self–
control at all!" Jacob seemed disappointed and furious at his sibling. Th
e family had enough on their plate, and the new accusation added insult t
o injury.
"Uncle Hector, turn yourself in if you were the culprit. Don't drag your
family into it." At that moment, a slender and alluring beauty emerged fr
om the crowd. She was Trent's eldest daughter, Kate. Trent had a son and
daughter, but after Quentin's death, Kate immediately came to her father'
s side from Stonia.
*Kate Harmon, stop spewing nonsense! My dad is not a murderer!" Ruth glar
ed at her cousin.
"Better not get ahead of yourself. It's not uncommon for drunk people to
commit crimes accidentally. If Uncle Hector is innocent, why would Sir Mo
ran send his men to arrest him?" Kate remarked as if stating the obvious.
Ruth was dumbfounded, "You-"
The accusation might be hard to believe, but there was always a dreadful
possibility that it might be true. The problem was that Hector could not
recall any memories from that night.
"Could someone have pinned the murder on him?" Dustin blurted out.
Natasha, deep in her thoughts, said, "The possibility has crossed my mind
, but I don't have evidence for now. We need a detailed investigation," I
t was too much of a coincidence for the murder to happen at that point. S
he had reason to suspect foul play.
"I heard that Sir Moran's daughter was murdered after being sexually assa
ulted. Uncle Hector, did you get
horny after you were drunk and took advantage of her?" Kate dropped anoth
er odd speculation.
"Bullshit! My dad is not a rapist!" Ruth instantly jumped up and down wit
h anger. Natasha and Jessica, though
quiet, both frowned at the allegation, Kate was an impertinent young lady
.
"Kate, stop that nonsense!" Trent berated his daughter. "Your Uncle Hecto
r is a good man. He'll never do
anything like that. Someone must have framed him!"
"You'll never know what a man's like behind the back. Who knows?" Kate's
reply was loaded.
"That's enough! Are you going to add to the mess that this family is alre
ady in?" Natasha finally chastised
Kate.
Kate merely sneered. "You shouldn't be yelling at me. Start worrying abou
t cleaning up your dad's mess."
"You" Natasha was on the verge of an outburst when Jack ran in with urgen
cy. "Ms. Harmon, things are bad!
The soldiers out there have barged in!"